| She dances with herself in her socks and nothing else
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| Kicking tiny circles in the dust on the floor
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| She’s a site to be hold, crawling up to her pillow
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| It’s impossible to hide that I love her
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| Goodbye heartache, I’ll never have to wake alone
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| On the wrong side of the bed
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| Those days are gone, my troubles moving on
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| Now that I’ve found love again!
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| We’ll be wasting away on the dock, down by the lake
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| Bottle in the raise of late summer sun
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| And when the evening comes, she’ll be chasing lightning bugs
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| I’m never gonna need another one
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| Goodbye heartache, I’ll never have to wake alone
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| On the wrong side of the bed
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| Uuh, those days are gone, my troubles moving on
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| Now that I’ve found love again!
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| Uuh, we’ll take shelter in the pouring rain
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| Well, this bed would be an island
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| Who knew that love could feel this way
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| 'Cause you’d be kissing on my lips
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| Is nothing I could ???
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| Goodbye heartache, I’ll never have to wake alone
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| On the wrong side of the bed
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| Uuh, those days are gone, my troubles moving on
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| Now that I’ve found love again!
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| Uuh, now that I’ve found love again! |